Ajido is a small town in the vicinity of Badagry in Nigeria, West Africa. It is both a fishing and trading town. When the rains are over and the market women have returned from the monthly markets at Epe, Badagry, and Lagos, the nets lie idle in the sun to dry and the voices of women may be heard sing- ing at the weaving frames. This is the season when the Zangbetos, the raffia-ed masqueraders who are the guardians of public morals and safety, are out. The big drums and the little drums, made from hollowed trees and the skins of rams, resound through the nights in circles of townspeople, and the burning lamps of clay and palm oil.
This was the Ajido of Babatunde Olatunji's childhood days. Many a night, Babatunde went with Tanyin, his great-aunt, to hear the local drummers proclaim the coming of a politician, Alose, as they strutted along the streets of Ajido, singing: Ago, 0, mi ja ye Hail! I am coming Ponpongba, ponpongba drum beats Hail! I am coming Ago, 0, mi ja ye Ponpongba, ponpongba drum beats Hail! Alose comes Ago Alose ja e Arun mna yi Powhe What dog dare cross the path of the lion! Without announcing Bo no ago ma tho his intentions Ago, 0, mi ja ye! Hail! I am coming!
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